eddie likes to tell people (imyourguy) wrote in repose, @ 2017-04-08 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cat dubrovna, eddie nelson, holly robinson |
diner: cat/holly/eddie
Who: Eddie, Cat, Holly
When: recentlyish
Where: the good diner
What: reunions!
Warnings: probably none
Eddie had plenty of people. And he had more than enough who had left his life through simple tragedy. He couldn't count on his fingers how many people he missed in Jersey, how many who were probably dead. But, Holly was one of those people he took personally. Eddie remembered her when she was just a child. He was a fast talking rogue then, brightly neon in his green and good at making people think he didn't care about anyone except for himself. But, he cared about Holly. He saw her and recognized Cat, he saw all the girls he grew up around while he hacked for the Russians. He took care of her, even if his own doctors wrote entire thesis papers on how he didn't have the capacity to do so. And, more than that, she never made him feel like he was subhuman. Like he was just one of the freaks laughing in the gallery. Even if he was.
So, that was the history. He was protective over Holly and when things went bad and he thought she was dead, he blamed himself. He thought it was a sign that no one was safe and that his own attempts at being a hero were pointless. He put all the guilt on his shoulders and he knew that Cat did the same. All they ever wanted was for the next generation to have a better life than they did, and they failed them. Eddie had done his very best to bury the memory of Holly over the years. A failure too big to bear. Yet, here she was. It would take some convincing for Cat, but Eddie knew. This was the girl he thought was lost to the machine of Jersey.
He had somehow managed to pull himself together. He was upset, shocked to the point of weeping, but he was from Jersey. He learned, reflexively, how to toughen himself up and put a smile on his face even in the worst situations.
Eddie found a booth in the back, overdressed for the small diner as usual in one of his fine suits. He ordered a coffee and ran his fingers through his hair, steeling a strong look in his dark eyes before looking up to see who was coming through the door.
That's right, he thought. It's not just Holly. Eddie had to face the new Cat. A meow face he had never known. People were going to think Eddie was meeting with his two estranged daughters. The thought? Made him laugh. That was something.